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"Amo la fotografia e, soprattutto, amo la fotografia di strada, per questo motivo fotografo spesso nei luoghi pubblici in cui appaiono le persone. Nella maggior parte dei casi non chiedo il permesso di fotografare perché probabilmente cambierei le immagini che cerco di ottenere. Queste foto obbediscono sempre ad un intento culturale, estetico, artistico e / o documentaristico e in nessun caso hanno lo scopo di mostrare a nessuno una situazione che potrebbe lederne l'immagine, minacciare la loro dignità o ottenere un beneficio economico. Tutto questo non significa affatto che non mi interessi delle persone che appaiono nelle mie immagini, quindi se ti riconosci in una delle mie fotografie e questo ti infastidisce, devi solo farmelo sapere e la ritirerò immediatamente . Allo stesso modo se vuoi una copia della tua immagine su carta o in un formato che ti permetta di stamparla tu stesso , ovviamente è tua. Grazie."
Photoquai 2015- Paris Quai Branly
Zara Samiry- My Taboo Child-2013 Maroc
Sous l'Oeil de Stanzy et avec l'aimable participation d'Inconnus.
Shadow of the Tomb Raider
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• Captured on PC with ReShade 4.9.1
• Edited in Lightroom Classic
..for many days, while Dad stands guard, the Mother duck will hunt for the perfect spot in the marsh for her nest.
This mama turtle was trying to wrestle this one stray egg into a hole where she had already buried several of her other eggs. She then covers them. When the eggs hatch, the baby turtles dig their way to the ground surface.
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"Instinct is something which transcends knowledge. We have, undoubtedly, certain finer fibers that enable us to perceive truths when logical deduction, or any other willful effort of the brain, is futile." – Nikola Tesla
Instinct
Always Always follow your instinct, This morning there were only 20% chance of a good sunrise, I drove my long drive anyway, to Jupiter island and I'm glad that I did it, I was blessed with a very nice sunrise.
Awhile ago, when time and space was a little less malaligned , I found myself in Paris visiting a dear old friend and staying at this hotel nearby for a couple of nights. The first night was rather uneventful. My friend and I drank in various brasseries until the sun came up then retired as if we were still twenty years younger when we first met and bursting with life and energy. The second night, however, there was an interruption of sleep that occurred pretty soon after my head hit the pillow. That was a Sunday morning and all of a sudden there was a shrieking and a yelling...a "what is that hideous thing" sort of screech. But, instead of a noun, the culprit was a verb. The incident related to an affair and a found out lover that was now dragged out in all sort of visual and auditory dimensions below us.
My first impulse was...is everyone ok? My mind was recalling what we had all thought we'd learned from the Kitty Genovese incident. The second instinct was to see what I could visually make out and bring sense to below. A woman scorned is not ready for the type of party the man wanted to throw. It was fighting to an extreme with a hotel staff intervening and trying to relax the situation. But, we all know what happens when you tell a woman to calm down, right? (DON'T EVER TELL A WOMAN TO CALM DOWN IN ANY LANGUAGE).
In any case, realizing that this woman was not in any danger, I started photographing all of the people looking on the situation and their reactions. It was a little like Hitchcock's Rear Window in a way but I wanted to document not the actual event but the ancillary human element. The event of a an affair is one that is all too common so this was more interesting to me.
It's times like these when I think back to that moment. We have all awakened into a traumatic experience. We may not be thinking straight after being bolted out of bed and we may definitely not feel like our best selves. But, at the same time, we feel the urgency and emotions of the moment and the sense that there are both indirect and direct effects of what is happening around us. We feel helpless and not sure of how to proceed in the wake of all of these insane executive orders from Trump and so we observe and/or hide depending on our citizen status. All we can do is live in this moment because the future is uncertain and unpredictable. Planning for this kind of thing seems impossible. We were just visitors on this Earth having fun on a weekend night to wake up to human trauma. And. we were hoping that car crashing into us would happen so much more slowly so we could get away. We're realizing we can't. We are affected just by being alive and human no matter how hard we try not to be.
At the end of the day, we cannot control the choices others make and the entropy it causes. We can only control our own reactions to it.
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Astrid missed... but quickly recovered, twisting around just in time to miss his own return swipe... but she had seen it. She'd seen that moment of panic on his face as she'd dug her claws into the soil. "You've lost your nerve, *boy*," she hissed at him and she tried to slash her claws at his back before rolling under him to come back up again in front and try to regain her footing in front of him again unless he stopped her footing or broke her path.
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A young cheetah cub, wrapped in golden light and silent wonder.
Its fur still soft, its gaze already wild.
A moment of quiet power, where innocence meets instinct.
(Pardon pour cet honteux jeu de mots !)
A l'ombre de la basilique, et sous le regard du foutographe, le moindre passant un peu rougeoyant ne peut que laisser une forte... Impression ! :-)
I'm a big fan of the film noir era, the classic Hollywood films of the 1940s and '50s characterized by dark and menacing energy, both in plot and style. The sets and cinematography contributed to the look and feel of these old movies. There is often an unsettling feeling even before a word of dialog is spoken. It's all about creating an atmosphere. Nothing thrills me more photographically than to capture this look in my own work. Either by outright fabrication or through real life encounters (usually a blend of the two). Sometimes it requires a bit of imagination to extract noir from everyday life. Other times the Universe leads me directly to it. Such was the case here, a veritable deadwood manor, steeped in dreariness and looking like the ultimate backlot movie set. As is often the case, a once proud house has simply fallen into disrepair after human habitation ended. The gritty look is enhanced as Mother Nature attempts to reclaim the place. Vegetation and undergrowth advance on all sides. The carpet of fallen leaves and tangled tree branches complete the look. I waited for the dreariest day imaginable, and even then held off until near sunset. Instinctively I knew that even a single ray of sunlight or bright reflection would kill the amazingly dark and sinister atmosphere. The sense is one of utter hopelessness and the darkness is palpable, almost crushing.